An Invitation

Something in my inner consciousness screamed at me to get out before she tried to serve me some frozen pizza with the cellophane wrapper still on. Fuck when she turned to go into the kitchen, I turned and bolted for the front door, unaware that i dropped the dvd of Walter’s request of me. As gently as possible I opened, went through the screen door and closed it, praying to God that Melissa did hear anything.

Once off her property I went home deciding that I would spend the night in the garage, in case Melissa came over. I kept a hamper of blankets and sheets in the garage so making a semblance of a bed was no problem. With thoughts of Melissa going through my head, I eventually drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up I heard the pick-up truck engine. By the time I got to the front of my place, I saw the pick-up parked in front of Melissa. Going to my front door I saw a corner of white paper hanging out of my mailbox. Taking it out. I found it folded with my name written on it! Unfolding it, it was a note from Melissa!

“Harry!
I’m going to be home all day, so if you are willing would you come over so we can
talk!
Melissa”

I don’t know what she wants to talk about, but I decided that after I got a shower and changed clothes I would go over and talk with her. Unlocking the door, I immediately went up to the bathroom. Drained my vein and took a dump then ran water to warm it up. When the water felt right, I got in and showered all the dirty and grime from yesterday and last night off me. After drying off I dressed in a pair of blue jeans. A black t-shirt with the depictions of a guy picking up a chick, along with the words, “How To Pick Up A Chick!”

A little after eight I went next door, finding a note taped to the front door. “Look where granddad kept the extra key and come in!”

I had to think, then it came to me, Walter was a bit crazy about someone finding the extra key so he placed it in the corner of the old dog house beside the back door. Up until Brutus died a year ago, I always thought that was a perfect hiding place. See Brutus was the type of dog who would rather tear you apart than be friends with you unless you gave him something to eat, then you were considered alright while Brutus ate!

Retrieving the key, I went back to the front door and even with the key, knocked before letting myself in. I called out, immediately after closing the door behind me. The place only had the light of the sun that came in through the parted drapes to see by.

Then I heard her voice come from the kitchen.

“In here!”